Hamlet, Act 2, Scene 2. Polonius.
Modern version:
“You may wonder if the stars are fire, You may wonder if the sun moves across the sky. You may wonder if the truth is a liar, But never wonder if I love.”
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Those petty wrongs that liberty co… When I am sometime absent from th… Thy beauty and thy years full well… For still temptation follows where… Gentle thou art and therefore to b…
Was it the proud full sail of his… Bound for the prize of all-too-pre… That did my ripe thoughts in my br… Making their tomb the womb wherein… Was it his spirit, by spirits taug…
My tongue-tied Muse in manners ho… While comments of your praise, ric… Reserve their character with golde… And precious phrase by all the Mu… I think good thoughts whilst other…
Some say thy fault is youth, some… Some say thy grace is youth and ge… Both grace and faults are loved of… Thou mak’st faults graces that to… As on the finger of a thronèd quee…
My love is strengthened, though mo… I love not less, though less the s… That love is merchandized, whose r… The owner's tongue doth publish ev… Our love was new, and then but in…
Cupid laid by his brand and fell a… A maid of Dian’s this advantage f… And his love-kindling fire did qui… In a cold valley-fountain of that… Which borrowed from this holy fire…
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely p… They have their exits and their en… And one man in his time plays many… His acts being seven ages. At fir…
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fas… In one of thine, from that which t… And that fresh blood which youngly… Thou mayst call thine when thou fr… Herein lives wisdom, beauty and in…
O, from what power hast thou this… With insufficiency my heart to swa… To make me give the lie to my true… And swear that brightness doth not… Whence hast thou this becoming of…
Music to hear, why hear’st thou mu… Sweets with sweets war not, joy de… Why lov’st thou that which thou re… Or else receiv’st with pleasure th… If the true concord of well-tunèd…
But do thy worst to steal thyself… For term of life thou art assured… And life no longer than thy love w… For it depends upon that love of t… Then need I not to fear the worst…
Farewell!—God knows when we shall… I have a faint cold fear thrills t… That almost freezes up the heat of… I’ll call them back again to comfo… Nurse!—What should she do here?
WHEN to the Sessions of sweet si… I summon up remembrance of things… I sigh the lack of many a thing I… And with old woes new wail my dear… Then can I drown an eye, unused t…
When my love swears that she is ma… I do believe her, though I know s… That she might think me some untut… Unskilful in the world’s false for… Thus vainly thinking that she thin…
What’s in the brain that ink may c… Which hath not figured to thee my… What’s new to speak, what now to r… That may express my love, or thy d… Nothing, sweet boy, but yet, like…